Ring ring
Hello, Linda

Hello cate, you've hit my attention
I hope you got love and *****
Some pills for the oozing heart
Some illusion for the nostalgic memories

"Linda was diagnosed with broken heart syndrome
She rarely breathed
her heart was dragging her through most days
it was giving up
She  couldn't feel it at times"

Noo, today I've got cards
Maybe we can play tricks on your heart
Remind it how it feels to be alive  

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Remember all the goose bumps inducing promises you made to me
well yes you do
you compelled this **** to love you forever

am that ****
the **** who lost'd his bullets
while trying to dive into solitude

Fiolina! Fiolina
the ache of my life
it hurts like nine hells
if you could see the burden behind these eyes
like how i felt when you left me behind!

you were my heart beat
being apart from you was more painful than my wounds

dear comrades
introduce me to whatever you've been smoking
i need to take a puff of this misery
and blow out all this sorrow

A heart clenched
Words stack on my throat
A mortal slowly fading into dust
An echoing dreaded thought "This is how you'll  be remembered"

day after wretched day I cling to existence
A glimpse of hope that darkens away
A fragile life filled with poignant thoughts



Tears  hidden in a smile
Reminiscing a day long dead
A speck of laughter
'That's a sound I've forgotten'

Enticed into slavery
a life I loathed, but longed for

Gasping for more air
anything,
at least I get to breathe before demise
a certain fate


Sometimes  dreams are better than  reality
In dreams I don't suffocate
On the weight of my actuality
I don't  experience a reciprocating sad story
I am the hero, not the villain

But, this heart has been diced
Tricked  into illusions
of a compliment and a potent smile

a deceptive story of a stitched heart
long forgotten

Why
Why must the truth
be turned upside down

Why is this a problem
a problem that will continue to be a problem

now is when you must hold your fate in your hands

now is when you must hold the bull by his horn and drag it to the ground
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your fore father's
tried to be responsible
responsibility got them in the grave

You've been provoked
beyond endurance

You've been tortured and maimed
beyond pain


In his words bob Marley said
*don't give up the fight

Walking slow
Cause am drunk

Singing songs
to forget your love

Buying duct
to tape my heart

Weeping for
my ailing heart.

You said
I'll never be alone

I know am far
from perfect

But you promised me
the stars

ever since
I've been singing
songs of a broken heart

I only dreamt
but for a while

*I had hopes
for a better tomorrow

for you






for me






for us





I was young and still falling in love
I was young and still learning how to fly
I was young and still discovering nature and the wilds

I am still
young
and that
I fear most

Eventually the pain will go away

And you'll still have a shot at surviving

I wish I could skip some pages of my memories
reminiscing most of unwanted thoughts
feels like all of my life
i have been waking up on the wrong side of bed

Life is full of commas,
at-least mine is.
am not complaining
i don't wanna question God
he wrote this one for me

I never told nobody
the things that go around me
i was afraid to be pushed
i was afraid to fall down

All alone with my worst fears
feeling the echoes of my thoughts
i need someone or something to hold on to
i needed to be told
everything is going to be okay

Lord make me a rainbow
ive suffered
and got myself addicted to things
the truth hurts
i have let my heart fall

My future is soo bright
but my past so ugly
i just want to correct it all
but it all still hunts me
am locked in this chambers

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*secluded in my thoughts of fears

I've learned from the mistakes I've made and I chose to leave my past behind. This is my next life

Close your eyes  
and take a look at your heart

What do you see

do you see it Stapled on the wall
unable to move

do you see it numbed to the pain that surrounds you
unable to care

do you see it suffocating and choking with ignorance
that it's been Coated with

do you see it fumbling on the floor
screaming for morphine

do you see it running, crawling
hoping for redemption

do you see the weight of the world crushing it
while you lose yourself

do you see it shackled, loveless
asking for help

We were diamonds
Riding on a carriage of dreams
that kept us going

Courageous despite smoky years
eyes on the price
believing its what we wanted

But it ain't what most people think it is
You follow it and it becomes an obsession
and you stray further from reality

You keep wanting and not living
Life becomes a dream
all you had to be was happy

Don't chase a false reality
contentment is what matters


Stuck
In a world filled with greed
and cynic beings
longing for What never was

This poem is wounded
Written with bleeding trembling fingers,
creating Choking suffocating imagery
death has never been this painful

This poem is crying
tearing for what's lost never to return  

This poem is tragic
stitching Whatever's left of your heart

This poem is a movement
giving voice to the oppressed
fighting for equality and justice
in a very cold world

This poem is your future
Modeling you for success
reminding you
even if it's a world filled with malice
there's still beauty in it

Call me a smoker
If you can read my poetry and get high on it
Call me the messenger
If you believe my poetry is talking to you
Call me a rapper
if you can create lyrics out of me
Call me a preacher
If you believe my Scriptures made you believe in God once more
Call me a taker
if you read my poetry a thousand times from different beings

Call me a pretender
If my poetry is just one of those many fictions you've read
call me a killer
if my poetry made you lose hope in love
call me a stranger
if you don't know me but we can still cling
call me a liar
if you just hate me and my poetry
call me a sister
if my poetry lived in one of your moments

Call me an executioner
if I told you that "bitter" truth you always knew but escaped
Call me a brother
if you know deep inside we are one
call me ?
If I showed you who Romeo is
Call me diary
if you read my poetry and remembered that you were here once upon a time

Call me a stalker
if my poetry is always talking about your ex
call me a friend
If my poetry told you that you love him/her very much and that's the scary part
call me a believer
if my poetry said something about judgment day
Call me a poet
if you believe am getting better at expressing myself,your world and the moment

If your reading this right now and you believe poetry is what brought us together.*call me Carter

Cry my child, for one does not bury a child without burying a part of one's soul with it.
Cry, for one cannot comprehend the ways of God.
It is for us to wash away our painful confusion  with tears and then to carry on.
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For yesterday is not today and today is not tomorrow

As you grew older

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You thought you was bolder

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But the world threw so much
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and you couldn't shoulder

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But I am
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we are
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with you

my life has been scripted in weird  ways

Just woke up in the most magnificent of rooms.

barely feel alive

already reminded of my suffering ,the royal kind.

I didn't ask for any of this.

An  empire,gold,women,slaves—my demise

Life can change in a jiffy!!!


dreamers dream,but I don't

expressing my imaginations in an optical way

Acting out my frustrations

Trying to remove this monster in me


Gold never gave me a smile

Does it hurt?
What?
Dying

Does it hurt
What?
Writing

Does it hurt
What?
Memories

Does it hurt
What?
Running

Does it hurt
What?
Lying

Does it hurt
What?
Numbing

Does it hurt
What?
Crying

Does it hurt
What?
Silence

Did it hurt
What?
Loving

Why do I have  a feeling
this is going to  be like those poems
like theirs and yours

maybe for sure
this.. a flop
flop poem
terrible flute

before all this
chandelier was a beauty
until it fell
and crushed into so many tiny pieces

I wrote tequila to get over it
but
hand me a glass
a bottle of scotch
a paper and pen
tears will be my ink

why this poem
why Why this poem

a string is missing from my guitar
something doesn't feel right
my vocal is gone
my notes and..... that poem

oh
I meant this poem
this titanic piece
am about to write

it doesn't look great
the iceberg
the icicles on our heads
wait
why am I seeing dolphins
I thought this was  that poem

We all walk the same path
How far we travel depends only on ourselves

A list of my problems
Sung like an anthem
Your the least to my miseries
Like the fine black berries or red cherries
Succulent and mouth watering

The tales to my secret survivor
Your kind and good behavior
Outnumbered your hypocrisy
By all my strengths still would stretch
All you wanted was to fetch, and leave me for clutches
Those crocodile tears are the least, least to my problems
  
It’s too late for the reconciliation
Just like you left a ‘fool ‘for humiliation
I was the least to your excuses and my downfalls,
Overshadowing the good deeds, take heed
You're the least to my rise and anxieties, the least to my problems

When I tell my children
My love story

It should have
tension, drama and action

And my heart
should be filled with romance

She lives in a forgotten tone
thoughts of a fairy rhyme
Still taunting her fingertips

Today
the world felt heavier
but
Her pale blue eyes
Always shining despite the craters

She traipsed all over the city
Searching for her lost kick
Stuck in time
with words stuck in her throat

Tell me something about hoes and prostitutes that I don't know


Something about shame
Lost dignity
tarnished pride
echoes
                    and
                      
                                    echoe­s
of lost innocence


The untold stories
still unfolding

Your drunk now
You puke then
You've passed out after

Seconds ago
You were "high" on everest
something that comes with youth
being zillious
or just  "swag" they insist

Am growing feeble and older
am history,a forgotten sentence
a word covered in dust
a prose stuck in the mud
a rhyme waiting to flow

I've had enough of your blows
"I was once a great writer" but you ain't anymore
I might spit words that will get you choked
the days of future past belongs to the old

You are a fool young linguist
you strive for dust,
believing it's gold
quench your thirst,
but don't live life fast
you might turn into rust

hey
am still a toddler
who breaks hearts
and still fills much stronger

breaks hearts!
you've been waiting for months,
weeks and centuries
to be told I love you
but as for me
for every word i wrote
they fell in love

The elite English language
Written or spoken
Sometimes imagined or painted
Cannot fully explain the depth
of a broken heart

I stopped writing like I used to
and I tried writing like your used to
but the syllables and hard words am not used to

am dry with words that can intoxicate you
but I know if I write my truth
the stars will glow as the wind brings you

so am gonna write to unfreeze my heart
am gonna write the unspoken words
am gonna write to free me from the chains that strangle me

Past sins
Catching up
tried
still trying to rid them off
but the temptation

But the temptations are just
too greedy
too much
too overwhelming

to be controlled
to be understood
to be unchained

Seeing how all things die
Foster's compassion

Beats!!!.....mmmh

Beats and weather,

flying from my haters like feathers

The music is so loud

I can't hear you beggers

                       Click

Why hate fears,am with all my peers

Worst worst worst. Flagitious

Always under me you can never understand me

Up in tha sky,shining like never

My future so bright,"nightmares" a reality

                   Click... uhuh

Imma knock your head off 'huh' am I a sadist??

Remember me on the stairs

With my eleven tears

Praying wishing hoping for your extinction

If you can't relate,i will finish you with spears

                Click....click..huh

Listen up clickers

Am a winner with no wings

A kisser with no lips

a Knight with no armour

When I slice you wide open;I'll leave you for the cheetahs"